Crowley grins abruptly to see it - one of those rare smiles with no trace of sarcasm or irony, that isn't wry, or smug, or devious, or in some way at someone else's expense.

Taking it from Raguel, he runs his fingers across the embossed badge, before flipping the top open.

With a click, the world changes: from a broad plain picked out in dim silver highlights, to once more an island of light standing out against a sea of inky darkness.